He see's the forest, he can smell the trees.
He touches the dirt, brushes it off of his knees.
He longs for answers to the questions in his mind,
he thinks of the things he has left behind.
The women, the money, the constant battle within,
it is only now where his journey will begin.
He feels so lonely, he feels so hurt,
If they were to leave me, what would I do?
He continues his journey along the tree line.
He see's the peak ahead, so daunting and high
Can I do this?
I want to do this.